Pei Ge stared at the walkie-talkie while feeling stunned for a bit before realizing that the child was truly mad at her.
"Sigh!"
She sighed lightly to the walkie-talkie but got worried when the boy did not reply to her.
She was worried whether the child was really hurt by her words and started detesting her…
"Tomorrow, I'll go see him…" She resolved with pursed lips as she put down the walkie-talkie.
Meanwhile, the child, who had turned off his walkie-talkie, was hugging it while weeping bitterly.
"Wu wu…"
When Ji Ziming returned home, he saw that his house was a mess.
The reason behind this was of course his son.
"Wu wu…"
He frowned the moment he heard his son crying again.
"My precious boy, stop crying; when you cry, granny wants to cry, too."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Baby, stop crying; you're a boy! You must be tough!"
